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Ryan And Me, And Ethan 5

'Ryan wants to fuck me.'
I typed immediately. 'He said that? When?'
I waited anxiously for his reply.
'Today. At the rocks. You were not there. Bz?'
I was. I was with my girl. But that was not what I
wanted to talk about.
'Yup. So? Did u?' I replied - my fingers jamming the
keyboard.
'Nothing happened. I didnt. We didnt.'
'Why not?' I asked, half hoping that it did.
Pause.
'Dont know. Scared, maybe.'
Scared? Then I thought of Ethan alone with Ryan. And
I thought of Ryan being aggressive, and I could imagine his fear.
Perhaps it was not easy to be with Ryan. Except if it was for me.
'Justin?'
'Yeah?' I typed.
'Are u ok?'
'What do u mean?' I replied.
'Yesterday. U ok with it?'
The sex. That blowjob. Ethan blew me. He took me in
his mouth, and swallowed me clean.
'Yeah. I am ok with it. Why?' I was. In fact, I did
enjoy it, although I did not want to tell Ethan. Or Ryan. But I did
like my cock swallowed by Ethan. There was a manly pleasure on me when
Ethan took me in his mouth. Even when I was with Diane today, my
thoughts did run back to Ethan. I was comparing. I began to understand
the deal with a guy's mouth on another guy.
'Tot it was the reason u did not show up.'
'I was with Diane.' I told him at last. I did not
want him to make a big deal of the yesterday incident. I did not freak
out.
'I see.' He typed.
There was a pause, before I saw the next message.
'Wanna come over?'

'And my uncle told me that among all, these are his
precious!' In Ethan's hands, he held several single CDs - various
collection of Madonna's La Isla Bonita, Like A Virgin, True Blue and a
few others. 'He said that those were the songs that helped to swing his
mood around. And I guess I am hooked on it too.'
'Madonna? Seriously?' I asked, taking from him the
CDs.
It was either my question, or my tone, that rattled
him a little. He blushed, and then, a smile.
'Sorry. I did not know what came over me. I just got
a little too excited,' Ethan said, embarrassed as he tried to take the
CDs off my hand. I shoved his hands away. I was only kidding. I did
enjoy looking at his collection. Well, his uncle's collection, until
his uncle would return from Iraq. It was an amazing collection, from
basically the 60's era till the recent ones, before the uncle left for
the war. And it was even arranged in neatly, classified from rock to
rock n' roll, from pop to hip-hop. The uncle must have spent a fortune
on all this. But Madonna? Was the uncle gay too?
Ethan's house was one of those houses that I had
passed by several times, but I was never aware of knowing anyone in
this place. Not that I was really aware of Ethan. But his house was one
of those that told of his status. Ethan was one of the rich kids. My
house looked pale in comparison to his double storey, came equipped
with a pool, and a well-maintained garden.
Ethan's room was by the pool. He told me that since
he was 16, he wanted privacy. And it was granted. So, the pool house
was his. Except that it would house his uncle's precious CDs as well,
but it did not bother Ethan. He was happy to watch them for his uncle.
His favorite uncle, he told me. I did not meet his parents. They were
at some party, so I was told.
'80's, huh?' I chuckled.
'Madonna was, to many, an icon. A rebel,' Ethan
commented, and took the CDs off my hand this time. If I was going to
insult her, I was not worthy to touch her.
'Gay icon,' I added.
'I never forget that,' he said, as he carefully
placed them back into the box.
Like many, I only knew her from the Ray of Light
years. Nothing before. Not the music to rock me.
I dropped myself onto his Beanie Bag. It was pretty
amazing room. I wished I had a room like that. The whole room to
myself, and glass walls to watch the pool. Of course, I wondered what
he would do for a jerk-off. Won't it be too revealing?
'Your mom come here often?' I asked, wondering.
'Nope. This place is off limit, unless they want me
for dinner. Usually, the maid comes here. Only when I am not in,' Ethan
said.
I watched Ethan as he stood up and carried with him
the boxes to be put away. Gay. Before Taza, I would never imagine
myself befriending one. Then again, Ethan was not a sissy. He was
acting as normal as any other straight boys. I wondered what gave him
away. I wondered when he first knew he was one - not just that his
first crush made him realized he was gay, but how? What happened? I
wondered how it was like for him to be one, and braced himself for the
days of verbal abuses and more.
I did know a few of Diane's girlfriends who did like
Ethan, until they heard he was gay. Wasted. That was what they said.
And looking at Ethan, I could understand. He could easily be a chick
magnet, and give Ryan and me a run for our money, or for our fucks,
whichever one wants to put it.
His figure showed a guy who took care of himself
well. I guess the pool helped. He told me that he swam often. His arms
were formed nicely, shown off by his cut-off sleeves. I was eyeing the
V-shaped of his back, until I realized he was watching me from the
mirror on the wall. He smiled. I nodded my head.
'Nice ass,' I teased. 'No wonder Ryan wanted to try
it out.' It was not true. I did not know about that. But it was true
about his ass. It was fine, from where I could see.
Ethan's smile grew bigger.

'So, if Ryan asked again, would you say yes?' I
asked him. We were playing cards. Ethan lied down on his front, while I
was leaning back against the wall.
'I don't know,' Ethan said, throwing down a Queen of
Heart.
'Why?' I asked, intrigued.
I placed my cards down, stopping him from taking the
next card. Ethan looked up.
His eyes met mine. He knew I wanted answer. I wanted
to know.
Ethan sat up.
'Maybe I am not ready for him. You know. Not Ryan,'
he said.
'Not Ryan?' I asked. I could not believe his words.
It was always Ryan. Ryan was the chick magnet. Girls wanted him. I bet
some would even count on Ryan to pluck their virginity away. How could
it be 'not Ryan'? Didn't Ethan get down on his knees to suck Ryan? It
could not register in my head that Ethan said that. 'You have any idea
what you had just said? I thought you liked Ryan?'
'I do. But it's not just like that! I can't tell
you,' Ethan said, looking like he was lost for words.
'Well, I just thought. You know. The way you...' I
said.
'.. suck him?' Ethan finished my sentence. 'Ryan's
hot. That I will give you. But sucking him off was hot for me. God, you
don't know how many times I had thought of that. But to fuck? No.. just
not Ryan,' Ethan said.
I wanted to ask Ethan if he had ever fucked. He
could fuck any girl he would want to. Girls would kill to have a
handsome boyfriend like him. And then, I remembered reading somewhere
that gays were not made, but born. So, I did not ask him. I wanted to
ask him if he had fucked another guy, but again, I remembered him
telling me that he did not know any other gay guys his age in the area.
So, I felt I knew the answer.
'So... if Ryan is not, can I fuck you?' I teased.
Ethan laughed. A nervous laugh. 'Do you want to?'
I did not answer that. We both just chuckled and
went back to the game.

A few minutes past 12, Ethan's phone rang. He
excused himself, while he took the call outside the pool house. I was
not ready to go back yet. I did enjoy myself in Ethan's place - away
from adults, away from my crappy and hot room. Ethan's place was cool.
I was planning to enjoy the air-con place as long as I could. I saw his
computer. Time to check my mails.
I read a few, and logged out. My curiosity got to
me. What would a gay computer hold? I clicked My Pictures. Nothing. It
was all personal photos. I saw his mom. His dad. Saw his family photos
and more. Each photo revealed a handsome Ethan, who looked so happy
with his family. Family dinner, parties, gatherings and more.
And then, I saw the folder 'school'. Photos of
school, school and more school photos.
I clicked back. There were several other folders -
birthdays, camps, friends and JT. I was about to check them out when I
felt a hand on my shoulder.
'Anything?' I asked Ethan as I got up.
I took back my same old position on the bed.
'My uncle. He called from Iraq.'
'Wow! All the way? Why?'
Ethan smiled. 'He remembered it is my birthday.'
'Your birthday? Today?'
'Well, it's past 12. So, yeah!' Ethan said, with his
happy grin on his face.
'Happy birthday then.'
'You said like you don't mean it,' Ethan commented,
with his grin almost fading away.
'Don't get me wrong. It's your birthday. Happy
birthday to you. To me, birthday is just another day. Nothing miracle
happens to me. I am happy for you, but that's just it,' I told him.
'Birthday can be special. You just have to believe
in it,' Ethan said, with his grin like a matured boy who still believe
in good things, and happy dreams.
'Oh yeah.. you got all wishes?' I challenged him.
Ethan shook his head, but he was still smiling. 'Not
all. But they may still come true. You never know.'
'So, any birthday wishes this year?' I asked.
Ethan nodded his head.
'Wanna tell me?' I asked Ethan.
Ethan stood there, pondering if he should. And then,
he crawled up the bed, and knelt where his knees meet my legs. His
smile never left his face. He touched my knees, and moved his hands
upward. That was his answer. I knew his birthday wish then.
I was not planning to spoil his birthday. If he
wanted to suck my cock, I was more than willing to serve him. I
watched his fingers fumbled with my zipper. I raised my ass to let him
slip my shorts down. Ethan threw it onto the floor. I was in boxer, all
for him to enjoy. He bent down, and felt my cock with his fingers and
lips. The feeling was coming back. To be in the hands of a guy to
explore me, and to touch me, to make me feel good. Perhaps it was the
forbidden lust that made me horny, but I was responding. My cock was
hardening to his touch. My cock grew harder as his palm felt me.
Ethan got up, and moved lower to the end of the bed.
He pulled me down. I lied flat on his bed, with only my boxer to
separate me from his hungry mouth. Ethan went back to his job. His
mouth was wetting my boxer, and I could feel the warmness of his mouth
on my rod. His fingers found my balls, and I groaned as he teased me.
'My birthday wish? For me?' he asked, as he sat up
again, looking at me.
I was too horny for him to stop.
'Take off your shirt,' Ethan asked.
I did, as asked. Ethan took his off too. It was my
first time looking at his naked chests. Ethan was beautiful. His body
was built fine. Hours of swimming did this to him. Hard, lean and
smooth.
Ethan slipped his fingers underneath my boxer, and
pulled it down. My hard cock flopped back onto my stomach. I was
excited. I was embarrassed. I was naked in front of a guy, and I was
enjoying it. I was enjoying his attention. I was enjoying what he had
done, and would do to me. My cock twitched, excited.
Ethan took my cock in his hand and stroked. I
watched as he bent down and open his mouth, taking me into him. I felt
his warm and wet mouth engulfed on my hard manhood. Ethan's body worked
up and down, as he began to stroke me hard with his mouth. I felt
floating with joy, passion, watching Ethan sucking me, to see his lips
on me. Our eyes connected. There was this hungry look in his eyes, like
he wanted more of me. I buried more of my hard cock into him,
struggling to push it as deep as I could into his mouth hole. Ethan
groaned, happy. I shivered. My hips rocked back and forth, matching his
mouth thrust onto my 7 inches hard cock.
Ethan's hand continued to pump me, as Ethan moved to
kiss my hips, touching my skin with his lips and tongue. I felt his
tongue snaking up and around, playing with my smooth skin, as it inched
up, closer and closer to my abs. I felt it licking my hard stomach,
feeling its way to and past my navel. I felt his naked chests
resting on my hard cock, while his lips found my nipples, and began to
suck them, one after another. It was the way my body shivered, when he
sucked hard my nipples that told him I liked it. My body was betraying
my hetero sexual desire. I liked this gay Ethan's mouth on my hard
body. I liked the way his lips teased my pecs, my nipples.
With Ryan, Ethan stopped at the chests, and worked
his way down. I expected that. But Ethan did not stop. He continued
moving up, rubbing his naked chests against my naked abs. I felt his
tongue continued to linger up, wetting its path, till where his lips
began kissing my neck, and his mouth assaulted me sexually below my
jaw. I felt his chests heavy on me. My panting matched his.
I was high. I was too high.
Ethan sat up again, disappointing me. I wanted his
lips to tease me more on my neck.
But my disappointment did not last. Ethan was
sitting on my groin, where my hard cock could feel his fleshy ass. Only
the soft material of his track bottom was covering his ass away from my
cock. But still...
Ethan rocked his ass to and forth, stroking my cock
teasingly with his bums. He kept watching me. My eyes never left his.
It was a slow rock, but it was working its magic. It was like Ethan was
taking control of the moment, where my passion now lied totally where
he and I touched one another. I was at his mercy. My cock jerked
several times, telling me, and Ethan, how much I enjoyed that.
Ethan raised himself up slowly, and removed his
track bottom and brief together at once. I eyed at my prize for the
early morning. Ethan was naked. His cock was hard. It was long. It was
hard. His ass was gorgeous. And it was mine.
Ethan wet my cock with his spit, and positioned
himself on top of me. Slowly, he lowered himself. His hand guided
my cock, and the moment my cockhead touched his asshole, blood shot up
prick, approving of what Ethan wanted to do. Slowly, he lowered himself
down, pushing my cockhead into him. I just let him do the job, raising
my hips a little, eager to feel the tightness of his ass on my thick
rod.
'Slowly,' Ethan whispered.
I held his knees, wanting to tell him that it would
be alright, that he could do it. Ethan's face showed signs of strain,
but he was not giving up. I felt me opening him up. Ethan groaned. I
was sliding into Ethan. I felt his tightness. I felt him. I rocked my
hips a little, helping to push more of myself into him.
I inched deeper into him. I began to rocked harder,
sliding myself in and out of Ethan's ass. Ethan moaned. I groaned. I
wanted more of him in me. I held him steady and rolled him to his side.
I got up, and pressed him onto the bed. Ethan lied on his back. I
raised his legs, and I took him. I buried my cock in him, and began to
push harder. I got more inches in. My thick cock was sliding hard,
jamming myself into him, with each thrust. Our bodies rocked together.
Each thrust got me harder, and I felt my cockhead
swollen hard within Ethan. I looked at Ethan. He felt me. He felt my
cock thickened within him. His palms rested on my back, holding onto me
for support. 'Harder!' Ethan mumbled. His grip on me tightened.
And then, I felt him. Ethan shot his load onto me,
onto his stomach. I felt his warm cum on my body. I could not
hold back. I shot my cum too. I shot my cum inside Ethan. I had wanted
to pull out, but Ethan held me on. He would not let go. He continued to
groan as he rocked his hips sightly, trying to squeeze as much cum he
could get off me.
We were panting. Our bodies covered with sweat and
his cum. I felt my cock too, in my cum, inside him. I fell onto his
body. Ethan hugged me. I was powerless. His sex wore me down.

Half an hour ago, Ethan led me out of his house. We
did not talk much, but we knew we both enjoyed the sex we just had.
Something in my crazy passion told him that I would want more, and
something in the way he smiled told me that I would get my wish.
'That was your birthday wish?' I asked.
Ethan smiled. 'Yeah. It was fucking great.'
I smiled back, flattered.
Without a second thought, I held the back of his
head and pulled him to me. I kissed him. I kissed Ethan.
When our lips parted, I smiled again. 'Happy
birthday then.'
I left Ethan smiling, knowing he was too.